A Threesome and Lemon Cake



Yesterday I had no intention of hooking up but I went on a gay hookup Web site I frequent to check emails and chat with friends.

That is how “Jake” and “Phil,” a professional black gay couple who like to play sexually together, found me.

“Come over,” Jake emailed me. “I promise you will have a good time.”

It was the crack of dawn and the sky was still gray. They were looking for a threesome this early, I thought?

“Look, Jake. It’s too early. Maybe I can make an excuse to get out later and visit you guys,” I emailed back. Then I got on the phone and we talked. Jake had a pleasant, melodious voice but talked a little too fast. I could hear that eager, edgy tone in his voice. Yep, he was horny.

I still didn’t really feel like a threesome. But later in the early afternoon I noticed Jake had called my cellphone twice. “Damn, didn’t he find another dude to fuck his boy?,” I wondered.

I called. Jake said he had arranged meetings with two other dudes but when they arrived they were too fat or unattractive. So Jake and Phil had sent them packing. They still wanted me. Okay, I was up for the challenge, I said.

Jake and Phil live in a high-rise building at the center of our metropolitan area. It is small but tastefully decorated and cozy. Phil met me in the lobby — a light-skinned dude with a baby face and light-brown eyes the shade of a new penny. A little plump but very alright.

I could tell I met his qualifications. But I was a little nervous. I had driven more than a half hour to get there, hitting a traffic jam at one point. And they seemed like a picky couple. Going up in the elevator Jake had even said so. Would the sex be a flop?

I was greeted at the door by their small, terrier-like dog. I scooped him up and started petting and baby talking him. I love animals and have had dogs since I was three years old. Phil was sitting in the living room on a leather bench under a big flat screen television, sipping an icy drink and sizing me up.

Jake didn’t lie. Phil was handsome and they made an attractive couple. Phil has chocolatety brown skin and neatly trimmed shadow beard and mustache. And sexy curved lips.

They offer me a drink but I’m not a drinker. Plus my time is short so I get things started. I strip down in the middle of the living room floor. I push Phil back on the leather bench he is sitting on and lick his nipples. He moaned appreciatively. Then I pushed back his legs and started lapping and licking his ass.

The dog starts barking — I guess because he thinks I am attacking his masters. Jake scooped him up, puts him in the bedroom, and closes the door. I hear his muffled barks coming from the other side but soon he quiets down.

Then the three of us play together in the darkened living room. Licking each other’s nipples, caressing each other. I direct my attention from one to another. It takes my dick a little long to get hard because I am still a little edgy. When you threesome with committed gay couples you have to be respectful of boundaries. They are a unit and you are just an accessory.

So I sometimes pause and ask Jake’s permission to kiss his boy or eat his man’s ass. I think the fact he is directing some of the action and being a voyeur excites him. Jake grins from from ear to ear.

I get more comfortable and as I do my dick gets stiff. Jake and Phil size it up. “Phil, feel how long that is,” Jake orders his lover as they sit on either side of me on the sofa, taking turns masturbating my long dick.

Jake slides on a condom and lubes me up, getting me ready to fuck his boy. Eventually I put Phil in a doggy style position on the leather sofa, his face facing the wall. I slide my dick in and start pounding. Phil moans and moans. It sounds like music to my ears and I thrust harder.

Jake sits on the sofa, jerking his dick and watching. He encourages me to fuck his lover harder and leans over and grabs my ass and pushes my dick deeper into Phil to make the point. Phil continues to moan. His ass feels just right on my dick. Not too tight and not too loose.

Then Jake begins to finger my ass and rub his body against me from behind. He had already asked me whether I like to get fucked but I told him I tried that and do not like it. So he doesn’t force the issue of fucking me.

We play for an hour but nobody cums. Phil and Jake have been sexing since early Saturday morning and have busted plenty of nutt. Still they seem to enjoy me and I enjoy them. They compliment my body and big dick and marvel that I look so good and fit for my age.

I read their palms (a hobby of mine) and they are surprised at my accuracy. “I guess I am a little psychic,” I say.

We talk and we play a little more. It’s like a cocktail party with sex for hors d’oeuvres. Jake is sitting in a chair and I suck his nipples a bit and lick and rub my teeth over his closely shaved head, an erotic technique I learned from a Barbadian brother. It sends Jake into esctasy. Then I go back over to Phil and eat his dark bubble ass some more.

We shower together, rubbing and soaping each other down. Then I must leave. I parked at a meter and time is short. Phil offered me a slice of glazed lemon cake he made. It was good — lemon is one of my favorite cakes. I try to talk to them and eat it at the same time and crumbs fall on the floor. I apologize. “Don’t worry, I’ll pick that up ” Phil says, smiling.

They impress me. You can tell they are firmly committed to each other. They give each other space to play sexually with others. You will not find that often in heterosexual couples. Women usually like to be a man’s one and only sex object. In the gay world, sex is often just a form of social bonding. You can sex a man one time when you meet and it turns into a nonsexual, friendly relationship. Sex was just an icebreaker.

I leave them with cake crumbs on my lips and wondering whether, after I am out I could form a relationship with a dude like Jake and Phil have with each other.

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